While I was at the grocery store, a bird somehow made its way down the chimney into my house. It was now fluttering desperately against the large picture windows. Initially, I tried a number of strategies, including shooing the bird toward the open door and holding out a stick for him to use as a perch. He was having none of it. So I just stopped and turned to God for direction. It occurred to me to get a soft dish towel from the kitchen. I tried dropping the towel over the bird, but that didn't work. Again I quietly prayed.
I soon found myself talking to the bird, affirming God's love and tender care for all of us. The bird, too, became quiet. I looked directly into his eyes and told him that he was all right and that our Father-Mother was showing us the way for him to get home safely.
I found myself explaining to him that I would take him in the towel, walk to the door, and release him on the deck. I said, "Now, you must trust me, and put yourself in my hands."
